My best memories of Glastonbury are the ones I cant remember! Or the ones I just have snapshots in the back on my brain. I remember I go absolutely twatted one year and had absolutely no recollection of anything other than a snap shot in my brain of a small pond and a small, windy path, and some bloke telling me to f&*k off out of there. I had no idea where I was or how i eventually managed to get back to my tent that night
My only memory the next say was those snapshots, but i had no idea where I had been so I spent a lot of next day trying to retrace my steps from the last place I had a coherent memory of, being Shangri La
Eventually worked it out, I was fumbling my way through the (closed) Permaculture Garden at 4am and falling over many, many times, and especially lucky not have fallen in the pond/trees and drowned
Happy days indeed